My blog contains a humorous and inspirational view of life, death, the workplace, spirituality, love, nature, creativity, Hollywood — Plus provocative interviews with some extraordinary participants in the games we all play.

Lavender Rose Shall Never Die.

By

Boots LeBaron
Husband, Father, Papa and friend to All.

RIP (7/10/1932-8/25/2017)

Lavender rose,
with the sun filterring through your frail petals,
I hate to see you go.
Bending so pitifully on that prickly stem
with your green leaves rusting yellow,
you are still worthy of great admiration.
In these last moments of existence,
you remain fragrant and memorably exquisite.
Knowing that your time has come
stings my conscience
with an indescribable melancholy.
What a void your absence will create.

I wake to the steady downpour of the first rain of Winter. It’s light fingers spread across roof then spank the streets. water spills from the eaves thumping the leaves Pelting the tin shed. Thunder punctuates the heavenly orchestration like deafening cymbals, turning the falling curtain of rain into a whispering chorus that’s gentle to the mind, Awakening the senses that life is far more than just a pleasant dream.

Believe in God?
Damned right I do!
But I don’t see our
God hovering over a Pew.
He doesn’t appear
with sculptured Michelangelo face.
Nor does he peer down
from clouds or deep outer space.
He doesn’t need a golden throne
nor silken robe to impress.
Each problem we created
becomes our own bloody mess.
If God was the ocean
and we were a cup,
filling ourselves of him
Would be more than enough!
For God is Spirit, Conscience,
Heart, Mind and Soul .
He is Part of everyone of us.
Listen to your heart,
as Gods Bell Doth Toll.
Searching inward we’ll find
The Heart, Strength and Wisdom,
its all that we need.
There’s no God in Heavan
Who wants us to bleed.
Our cups filled with God
we become part of him.
When thy cup runneth over,
Let the good times begin.
Have faith in yourself.
Savor Life’s Heartaches,
When bad things happen,
taking us by surprise.
Embrace them.
The reward, You Survived.

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Boots LeBaron his legal name since the day he was born in Hollywood on July 10, 1932. He began writing essays, light poetry and interview stories when he was promoted from copyboy to TV staff writer at The Los Angeles Times. In the late 1950s, he volunteered to transfer from the drama department where he was doing interviews and writing the first FM radio column in Los Angeles to working as a crime reporter in the police beat at LAPD's Parker Center. There he learned about life, death and reporting working with newsmen he respectfully describes as "journalistic dinosaurs" representing four other metropolitan newspapers. The beat, he says, made "Front Page," the legendary stageplay and Billy Wilder movie look like a kindergarten class. After a brief stint as a general assignment reporter for The Times, he went into publicity representing the 1962 Seattle World's Fair. For the next 20 years he worked as a motion picture and TV writer-publicist for Universal Studios, was head feature writer for Rogers & Cowan (an international theatrical marketing/PR firm), turned down representing Barbra Steisand to publicize the Chrysler Corp. for Solters & Sabinson. As news division director for Richter, Mracky & Bates he introduced "Give A Hoot, Don't Pollute" and four other ecological slogans for the California state park system, worked as an advertising copy writer, creative director for NPRA, and a free-lance columnist for Los Angeles Copley newspapers including The Daily Breeze which printed more than 840 of his human-interest stories. His by-line articles were also published in The Times, the Los Angeles Examiner, the Herald-Express, as well as Peninsula People Magazine, The Easy Reader and Beach Reporter. As an artist, with the help of animator Walter Lantz, he has illustrated many of his own published stories. He is dyslexic, a former child actor, raised by a single parent (Thelma), the son of a rogue Hall of Fame stuntman (Bert LeBaron). He and his wife, JoAnne, have been married for more than 50 years. They have three adult children and four grandchildren. For the last 20 Years he worked as a writer-publicist at a variety of entertainment companies including Rogers & Cowan, Capitol Records, Universal Studios, and then returned to journalism as a free-lance writer. His stories and columns (some have been nominated for a Pulitzer prize or won other writing awards) were published in newspapers and magazines